Chapter One: Christine
Things were supposed to be… Peaceful. Happy even. She had no more worries, theoretically. Her family was there. Not only that but they could finally tell her their deaths were not her fault… Still. She was unhappy. Despite how many spirits and voices comforted her that he would eventually come as well. That she could see him again… It did not change one second of her longing over the small pool. Day after day. Night after night. With hardly a break.
Perhaps it was because she felt broken, without him. They could have had so much. So much… But all it took was one needle. One fucking needle. And she was stuck here. In the afterlife. Without him. Without ever getting to LIVE her life. And truly LIVE it. Instead she watched her fiance, come home night after night. Alone. And more depressed as each day wore on his thin sickly body. All she could do was watch as he cried out for her in his dreams. As he stared silently for hours at the only set of pictures he had of them. Taken at a cheap mall booth of all places. Tears defly trailing those tight skeletal cheeks as he looked at himself smiling with her. He never smiled now. She had waited. For five years. With baited breath, to see one. Just one of his smiles.
But it never came. All she ever saw was a lonely soul, trying to piece himself back together in the dark.
But what did come was something far greater.
A voice. A faint one she had heard a few times over the past five years whispered into what she could consider her ear. It had no gender. Nothing here really did when it was 'heard'. It was a singular voice but also it was the voice of many others combined in an odd sequence. Still it brought her some comfort, like that of a warm breeze on a sunny day.
"Sometimes… Things happen that shouldn't… And so… On occasion we can fix this…"
Her soul moved curiously "What do you mean?"
"We have tried. To make things… Fair for him… But mistakes can not be fixed easily… And the same for you… On occasion a small variable slips between the fingers… That needle was never meant for you… We tried to fix…" The voice seemed to dance in the nothing that was all "But sometimes more is owed…"
She was a bit surprised. "You mean I was… Supposed to live?"
"Yessss… And now you shall… Sometimes we can make exceptions… Use your judgement wisely. Only the few who should know, will know you were once dead… The others will get other reasons…"
Her soul seemed to move more with excitement in the endless existence. If sight were a thing one could say it almost glowed. "When!?"
"Patience… We have to wait and make sure we are right… You will come when you are needed most…" And with that the voice that seemed to fill her existence and wrapped it in a cosmic dance was gone. But there was hope now, as she eagerly leaned over the pool once more. Desperate for the moment she could return.
And also a deep pit of nerves rooted themselves in her as well, planted by "When you are needed most…"
She only hoped that did not mean what she thought it meant.
O.G.
For those of you who don't know I rp on tumblr (message me if you want the url). And this story was inspired by the back story I gave my modern muses for rp. Which I will explain more throughout the story but essentially this story starts a bit after where I normally use these characters (but yes, unless Christine is in the story I am writing on there, usually she is dead so that has not changed). Anyways. I hope you guys enjoy. 3